So the Oscars are on, and lame as they are every year. I almost turned it off when Chris Rock blathered on about the embarrassment to film that is Fahrenheit 9/11 and how great it was (to the delight and applause of the audience), and then preceded to rip the President after saying he wasn't going to. Then he ripped half the audience. This is humor? Shut up and give the awards already. They're always trying to come up with ways to make the show shorter; why they can't just cut the stupid monologue? (Oh, the best part: after ripping the President for going to war, he gives a big shout out to all the troops fighting for our freedom. I guess we can appreciate the people fighting for us, but not the person responsible for protecting us and thus deciding when war is necessary.)
On a totally unrelated note, I did my nails for the first time in well over a year. I used to do them weekly in college, and ever since I've almost always had something on them, but for some reason I don't think I've done them since I got married. And now all the colors I have are all college bachelorette colors: silver, blue, grape, fire-engine red. I'm not so much like that anymore, which is weird to realize. But isn't it funny: it's the clothes, the music, the nail polishes we have that tell us what we used to be like and show us that we're not that person now. And even though I know I'm probably not going to be that person again, it's hard to let go of those things. I don't like to move on. I'm lousy at throwing things out. I feel like I have a responsibility to be loyal to those things because they made me who I was back then so that I could be who I am now.
Dangit. Chipped a nail on my keyboard. Time to patch....
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